#ty anon for going to me with this i fucking feel you i adore her so much lets gush about her more jfnjf!!!

[softavasilva]

Does it make sense that when I started watching Warrior nun, I immediately felt a rush of fondness and affection for Kristina, and it only grew after I saw what she's like on Twitter and Instagram? Now there's fondness, affection, and a lot of admiration. For example, I've literally never seen an actor reaching out to the media to promote the show, it's like she was the only person from the crew giving a damn. And she's so funny in her interactions with others. Where was I going with this? 😅

no i totally get you!! im actually in love with her if you couldnt tell. i also feel its because she herself knows what its like to be in a fandom (she mentioned in a few interviews) like she cosplays, goes to conventions, just knows the life of a *fangirl* essentially, so she acknowledges and takes time for the fans with fanart, silly content and with #warriornunwednesday where she answers fan question on twitter. she also is actively reaching out to those who want to interview her even for just a few minutes to be able to talk about the show. she is not given enough credit for basically and single-handedly promoting the show on her own when shes not even obligated to do so. plus like u said shes soooo funny she just gets it ya know

she is everything to me and i am so grateful to have her portray my repressed lesbian catholic girl especially when she said it herself that it was always the plan when s1 began. <3333 soo if you have twitter i suggest giving her the bestest mention filled with only love and appreciation !!!

also her being fully on board and firmly believing in avatrice!!

[urrockstar-xe]

talk fast - j.m x fem!reader

posted may 14th, 2023 5:25 am

anon asked: hi! i have a request for a jj x fem!reader, i love your writing and i was wondering if you could maybe write something based off the song “talk fast” by 5sos? i feel like it could be very cute🤭 thank you!

i adore this song it's one of my top 10 favs of 5sos, also I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS ty for requesting - xx

contains underage drinking an is kinda totally not following canon at all.

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The orange light from the fire lit up the point in that comforting way that only a firelight can. The smell of beer, sounds of laughter, and music all ignited that familiar buzz in everyone as the nighttime air filled your lungs. 

You were seated against the remains of a tree that had been presumably taken out by one of the more scary storms that tended to overtake the Outer Banks. Sarah was sitting on the log with her legs on either side of you, Kie had been sitting across from you both while you chatted about whatever had been going on with Rafe and that bartender. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar figure, turning to reveal JJ being pushed around by John B while they both laughed. You smiled before turning your gaze back to Kie, leaning your head against Sarah’s knee. The two girls shared a knowing smile before Sarah gently nudged you with her other leg. “You should go say hi to your boyfriend,” Sarah said in a teasing tone, only causing your smile to grow while you rolled your eyes. “He’s not my boyfriend” you mumbled out, bringing your can to your lips while you spoke. 

“Look at him all bubbly next to Jb, he’s probably talking about how badly he wants to share some old knitted sweater with you,” Kie teased, her eyes not leaving the boys, who had both been too caught up in their own world to realize the three girls looking at them. 

“What the fuck does that even mean?” you asked, not being able to keep your laugh from escaping your lips. “You know like, a really big one you could share,” Kie continued, laughing some herself when Sarah joined you in your fit of giggles. 

“What up, ladies?”  The sound of JJ’s voice caught your attention, looking back in the boys’ direction to see them walking up to where you all sat. You all let out fake groans of protest at the sight. “Here they come, ruining our sacred circle of trust and girlhood,” Sarah joked, causing John B to shoot her a playful glare before responding, “Pretty shit circle,” 

John B took a seat next to Kie, JJ stayed standing, the smile on his face never leaving. “So, what’s the giggles about huh?” John B questioned, nudging Kie and earning a shove in return. 

“Just talking about JJ and Y/n sharing a massive sweater,” Sarah said, shrugging. JJ’s eyebrow quirked up at this as he smirked down at you. “Hey, don’t look at me, this was Kiara’s idea,” You said, putting your hands up in defense. JJ’s eyes shifted to Kie.

John B didn’t even try hiding the confused expression on his face when he asked, “Wait, like one that they’d trade back and forth or one they’d wear at the same time?” 

“One they’d wear at the same time” JJ laughed at Kie’s response. 

“Just an all-around bad idea” You laughed. “Hey, we’d look good in a big sweater together, goddamnit” JJ teased, he smiled as you laughed harder at his words. 

It didn’t take long for JJ to be whisked away by a bet of out-drinking one of the kooks, leaving just you four. “Seriously though you guys should just get together already,” John B said, downing the rest of his beer. You rolled your eyes at this. 

“Probably wouldn’t last,” you said, softly smiling at the boy, looking more so at the hat on his head than at his eyes. 

“You’re joking, right? He’ll take anything he can get from you,” Kie and Sarah both nodded in agreement. You stood up, smiling at your friends before gently shaking your nearly empty beer can. “I’m gonna go get another” and just like that the conversation was over.

You hadn’t kept track of the time all night but now the flames were bigger and you knew it had gotten later because Kie was now walking around picking up any and all of the discarded beer cans and red solo cups.

You felt an arm going around your shoulder, the familiar rings and bracelets revealing who it had been before he could get a word out. You smiled, “hey, J” 

“Hey there, pretty lady” He smiled back at you, “So I’ve been thinking about that sweater-” You threw your head back into his arm, groaning. “We still on this?” 

“Yes, and I think it should say something on the front”

“Oh yeah? Like what? ‘This is our get-along sweater’?” You smiled as JJ laughed. “Nah, somethin’ more unique than that, we can make a list of potentials” You nodded along as he spoke. 

“Yeah we should get right on that,” You teased.

You stood together, in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you looked up at the blonde. “Hey, can you give me a ride home? JB made Sarah laugh too hard earlier and now there's beer in my hair,” 

You laughed as JJ leaned down and practically inhaled your hair, only to confirm it did indeed smell like beer with a nod. “Yeah, c’mon” “You don’t wanna say bye to everyone?” “Nah, I’m staying with john b tonight so I’ll see him later, and we’ll probably end up hanging out tomorrow night anyway” You nodded in agreement and let the blonde lead you away and towards his dirtbike. 

It didn’t take long for you to be home, hopping off the bike you thanked JJ placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “Hey, wait a sec,” JJ said, getting off his bike and walking the short distance you had walked already. 

You smiled when he put his hands on your cheeks, wrapping your own around his wrists when you looked up at him. “What is it, J?” he didn’t say anything, just softly caressing your face with his thumbs. He really didn’t have to speak at all, all he had to do was look at you the way he was now for you to be melting in his hands. 

Your gaze flicked back and forth from his eyes to his lips before you leaned up and closed the gap. “That what you want, Maybank?” you teased, pecking his lips once more when he smiled. “All I ever want,” You laughed at this, missing the feeling of his touch for a millisecond as he moved his hands to your waist, your arms instinctively moving around his neck. The way he mindlessly leaned toward you sent goosebumps up your arms. 

“This could burn and crash so fast, J” Your smile was less bright as you quietly spoke. JJ nudged his nose against yours, laughing softly when you happily placed another kiss on his mouth before he spoke. “I’d be okay with that” 

“Yeah?” “As long as I got you at some point, yeah. I’m gonna take what I can get, baby” He smiled at you. You laughed remembering what John B had said earlier. 

“You’ve always had me,” you said, ever so slightly shoving his shoulder, making sure his hands would remain on your waist when you did so. 

JJ’s smile only got bigger as he leaned down to kiss you again. “Seriously, J, I have to go wash my hair,” You said, laughing at how he chased your lips when you pulled back. 

“Just one more,” he said, pulling you in closer. You happily gave in to this request, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gave him what he needed before pulling away again. JJ let go this time making his way back to his bike. 

“See you tomorrow, baby” he winked, watching as you walked backward towards your house. “Only if you pick me up from work,” You responded, pointing at him with your keys in hand. 

“Anything for you,”

[prince-liest]

Omg, I just wanted to say I ADORE your characterization of Al and Vox! I don't even have the words to express how much I love reading your stuff, especially the Anon responses you post on here. The behind the scenes thoughts are literally my food, lifesource, its so good when people not only write characters IN CHARACTER, but also include stuff about their analysis/understanding of the character too.. I'm literally obsessed with breaking down characters and yk, cracking their chrome domes open to see how they work (which admittedly, I am not the best at <_< but I love reading them). Just wanted to say how much I love your writing. I had maybe 2 questions, please don't feel pressured to answer them :>

What in your mind (in reference to the 66.6 fics) would motivate Alastor to let Val get close to him in the first place? Or was that more you picking these two characters up by the scruff of their necks and plopping them into a hypothetical scenario to explore their character and write some fun intimate thingsTM?

What do you think of the dynamic of Vox and Al vs something like Lucifer and Al? Personally I've noticed that something Alastor craves, behind the mask of his static smiling persona, is attention. He's (at least how I saw it) usually peeved when people don't care about his absence, and seems especially bothered by the King of Hell refusing to really acknowledge him, so he goes out of his way to push Lucifers buttons (like calling himself a father figure to Charlie, IN FRONT OF HER ACTUAL FATHER LOL) whereas with Vox, Vox is literally CONSTANTLY thinking about Alastor. Man literally interrupted his regular TV program to do a segment about how much he totally didn't at ALL care about Alastors dissapearance or the fact that he returned (suree buddy). So Alastor can have more fun with him and annoy him by ignoring and messing with him on purpose.

ty if you do respond to this, sorry if it was hard to understand, sometimes I forget how to put the thoughts in my brain into coherent words!

Ahhhh, thank you very much, anon! I'm especially happy that you're enjoying my commentary on Tumblr, haha - I spent a while on Twitter because that's where all the fandom zines I was in were being hosted, but nothing beats Tumblr for giving me a nigh-unlimited word count and a captive audience for my rambling! >:D <3 I'm back to cocooning myself on the OG hell site.

Thank you for this ask, it really brightened my day! :D

As for your questions:

1. I'm assuming that was a typo and that you mean Vox (but in case you did mean Val: that was just a funny accident of him walking by the room! Alastor wasn't paying enough attention until it was too late), and to that I say:

I think Alastor allows Vox to take a go at him in canon because he finds Vox's obsession with him to be entertaining, but also because Alastor is kind of a narcissist and that same obsession massively feeds his ego, especially in a political climate that otherwise forgot about Alastor. Vox's whole "Who gives a shit about Alastor coming back?! Haha, now let me have a public meltdown and short out power to the whole city about it! Oh, fuck, why is he back, though?? Can we send a spy in to find out??" is exactly the reaction that Alastor wants every time he mentions his mysterious absence and gets brushed off.

At the same time, Alastor doesn't seem to register Vox as a sincere and genuine threat. He's a big enough fish in the Pride Ring pond that his obsession with Alastor is gratifying, but Alastor's self-absorption also doesn't really allow him to treat Vox as a threat tier above "annoying in a funny way, and also television is stupid." (Perhaps this will change in season 2... :eyes: (or perhaps Alastor will get Even Worse) (please god let him get even worse))

So those two things in combination make Vox the perfect candidate for Alastor to experiment with while maintaining his ego and not feeling particularly threatened. Despite Vox's Safeword 101 talk, Alastor would never put stock into that system with Vox unless he was certain that he himself would be able to back up a 'no' with overwhelming force. Him even considering safewords in the Live On Air! series is less for his own sake and more a politesse he offers on Vox's request to warn Vox to slow the fuck down before Alastor tries to put his insides on the outside.

2. And in direct contrast, we have Lucifer...

... Who Alastor obviously actually cares quite a bit about, because he's a whole nother power tier from both Vox and Alastor, and furthermore and possibly even more importantly, a credible threat to Alastor's relationships and standing in the hotel. I think a lot of discussion I see about Alastor prodding Lucifer seems to talk about how quickly he got annoyed about Lucifer's comments, but that misses the fact that he was pissed off before Lucifer even showed up. He got pissy the moment he saw the welcome sign, actually! And I wager that he was narratively absent for the scene where Charlie actually calls Lucifer because he would have done his best to manipulate her out of doing so had be been there.

And given that the two clearly haven't met before (though obviously Alastor knows of Lucifer - and hates that the inverse isn't true, hah), it's not 100% clear exactly why he's immediately so annoyed, but in my personal view of things and barring something like "he's projecting onto Lucifer because his contract is with Lilith," I think that what we know of Alastor's personality points most strongly to "he liked being the hotel's benefactor and sees it as His Project, and doesn't like the idea that Charlie called daddy for something that she thought mysterious, powerful Alastor couldn't handle." He distracts a lot with obviously-goading comments about practically being Charlie's dad in his duet with Lucifer, but underneath that he puts a lot of emphasis on the work he's done for the hotel and the fact that he's been supporting Charlie and the hotel from the start, so why the fuck is this deadbeat asshole suddenly turning up?!

Tl;dr: Charlie missed her insight roll on Alastor's personal investments and he's sooooo offended - and taking it out on Lucifer!

I think one of my favorite things about both Lucifer and Alastor is that they both sooo obviously belong in the Pride Ring, hahaha.

[littledollll]

Hey...sorry it's me again, but since you write for wanda, can I maybe request something with a fem reader where there's a little bit of mindfuckery going on? Basically reader wakes up in some sort of new reality, in a bed made for two rather than one, blinds to let the sunlight in rather than curtains to keep everyone and everything out, but they don't really question it because it almost doesn't feel real? Kinda like a dream? And suddenly they have a girlfriend, Wanda, who dotes on them, snuggles them in bed, watches sitcoms with them, somehow knows all their skeletons in the closet (mind reading hehe) and lets them curl up on her chest and cry it out as she soothes them, makes them snacks, helps them do basic tasks when they're (super) depressed. Unbeknownst to reader, Wanda has actually torn apart the multiverse to be with them once again after having already lost them in another??? I'm sorry if this is way too much

-🧸 anon (loves you)

Mastermind

Wanda Maximoff x reader

A/n: im so behind on requests im trying believe me! Writing is getting hard :/ but! this was so fucking nice to write, yk that random motivation. when I tell u it just came to me and I couldn’t stop writing- I love love love Wanda, specially her being rly soft and lovey:( ty for your request hun.

Warnings: kinda manipulation? Hex pt.2, slightly suggestive if you squint, lots and lots of soft kisses, mentions of r struggling with anxiety and depressive episodes, lots of comfort, mostly narrated.

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A kiss. It was so soft. Intoxicatingly so. Her gentle hands cupping your face, the comforting weight of her straddling your lap made you feel grounded, and so safe. You whimpered when she parted from you, nuzzling into her chest while your arms wrapped around her. “My sweet little darling.. oh how I love you.” She whispered, her hands brushing your hair back and away from your face.

You didn’t know where this came from. Some day long ago you simply woke up and there she was. Wanda. You had a whole life with her. And somewhere between the fuzziness you remembered it all. How you met, everything from your first conversation to your first time. Your life before you got married, how you moved in together before then, and how your family disapproved of it. And god. That perfect wedding. The happiest day of your life, when it all finally came together for you, this was it. The stars aligned and have you this, gave you her.

In some part of your mind you didn’t know this woman, but at the same time you always had. You knew everything about her and she knew everything about you. Every little thing. You couldn’t bother to question it, if it was a dream then so be it, it was such a lovely dream, everything you could possibly ever want was right here. A beautiful and kind woman, with so much love and comfort to give. Wanda understood you, she allowed you to feel and cry but never alone, she was right here through it all. Allowing you to hide against her chest and pet your hair when you cried, telling you the most reassuring words, ensuring your comfort at all times.

It wasn’t a one time thing, you quickly noticed. Every day felt like a movie, every day she was the perfect woman, and she was yours. You’d watch tv together, listen to music and dance your hearts out.

Your favorite part was the cooking. Just like you were now. Both hands wrapped around her torso as you hugged her from behind, your girl, your wife. She let out an adorable giggle when you nuzzled into her neck and squeezed her tight.

“Are you planning an staying there the whole time darling or would you bother to help me out with our dinner.” She teased, her tone was scolding but so obviously not genuinely upset.

“m okay right here, my love.” Almost as if on queue the tv switched to play one of your favorite songs. You swayed with Wanda, holding her impossibly close and effectively preventing her from getting any actual cooking done which she was quick to scold you about yet again.

“If you want dinner you need to let me cook, dear.” You ignored her, sighing contently against her neck and closing your eyes. “Just gimme a minute to love on you, nothing wrong with giving my wife a little affection.” She let you. Her own arms coming to hug around yours, a bright smile painted on her face. She always looked so happy with you, even more so. It’s like all her energy recharged when you did little things like this, and the second you noticed you started doing it non-stop.

Wanda always gave you so much. She gave you her everything. The least you could do was give her these moments, ones where she took a deep breath and let her head lull to your shoulder, eyes blissfully closed and an always beautiful smile on her face. You loved this woman. Your beautiful Wanda.

“Let’s finish cooking mamá, I’ll help you.” You parted with a kiss. A sweet kiss like always, those kisses she’d giggle or smile into and give you a flirty little look, then go about her day like she didn’t know what she was doing to you. “Cut this up for me will you, darling?” You hummed and did a she asked, shaking your head to think about the now and not the events awaiting later tonight.

“Get your mind out of the gutter!” Wanda smacked you with an oven mitt furrowing her brows at you. “Dirty dirty mind.” You chucked and looked back at her. “What! I didn’t say anything” she let out a drawn out, “mhmmm” before turning back to put some ingredients in the pan. “I just know what you’re thinking. Hurry it up I need those!” “Right right! I’m sorry!”

Wanda found it odd, that making this reality with you didn’t take so much of her power like others had before. Like your own mind was subconsciously giving into her without her trying to force it. When Wanda occasionally peaked into your mind to see if any dreams or memories about your old life haunted you there was nothing. When she searched for doubts about your life or any clue that you might be figuring things out she only saw the slight confusion of those moments there your mind briefly recalled having a life without or before her, but you didn’t dwell on them, in-fact you thought of them as your anxiety messing you up but never once did you doubt her. Like you subconsciously simply refused to believe there was ever a life without her.

It was perfect. She didn’t really trick you. She just treated you like she did you from her universe, gave you their memories and anything you could possibly need. And you seemed more than content with this life, with her. She was your perfect girl, and you were her darling little love. Both of you living the life of your dreams, together.

[atlantis-just-drowned]

HI OH MY GOD. i love your writing style for pluto sm, can i get headcanons for a reader like Eulalie ??? i love her sm <3 ty !!

A/N: Omg thank you so much Anon that's adorable!! I made this a gn!reader haha sorry if that wasn't what was intended-

Pluto x reader who's like Eulalie headcanons

Please reblog this post to show support! Reblogs are what keep me going!

Oh gosh you're his literal ray of sunshine

You don't even imagine, like

You're the optimist to his pessimistic side

Every time he sees you or hear you he can't help but feel like this world is suddenly a bit warmer and easier to live in

You make him smile

On a daily basis

He basically can't look at you without smiling

Even is he's in a bad mood his heart will melt a bit at your mere presence

I feel like he would be extremely protective of you too

Because you seem so oblivious he gets scared someone might trick you and hurt you :0

So as far as he's concerned, he's right by your side/behind you shooting death stares to any stranger who talks to you

Some will say he's creepy but to you this is the cutest thing in the world

He's your social support catboy

If you want some privacy tho he'll totally respect that and walk away

(but not without glancing at you with worried eyes for as long as he can see you)

But if he doesn't trust the person you're talking to, he'll stay close enough to be able to hear you if you scream or call for him

You know? Just in case anything happens

When he has a bad day he likes to hug you tight and hide his face in you chest or neck

Hug him back and he'll be in heaven

If you ask him what's going on he'll probably just mumble something unintelligible and hug you a little tighter

He likes your positivity and energy

But what he loves the most is to see you in a peaceful state

I'm talking, cuddling him or him cuddling you and you just

Close your eyes

And lay there

With his arms around you

Oh fuck oh shit oh damn he's so screwed his heart is melting inside

He would rather die on the spot than disturb you

He'll never say it out loud but in these moments he just hold you a little tighter and swear to himself that he'll protect you of harm and do everything to make sure you're happy

Even if your happiness doesn't include him, he wouldn't care as long as you stay as peaceful as you look right now for the rest of your life

He will. Literally. Never. Question. Anything that you say.

If you're in the middle of a dangerous situation and you ask him to bring you something

He won't say a word

He'll just do it

Even if it's absolutely useless

You have your reasons

And you must be granted what you asked for

I'm literally not kidding he would do anything you'd ask for, this little guy has an incredible determination

Even if he doesn't understand why you're asking something, he knows your mind functions a little differently from anyone else and he'll support you on that, no question asked

His only limit is that he won't harm himself or harm you in any way, shape or form. If you ask for something dangerous and one of you might get hurt because of it, he'll refuse

Also if you mess up with anything while getting focused on whatever you're doing, he'll make sure to clean up after you

You might not even notice it

But the next time you walk in the same hallway all of the knots you did with the curtains have been untied

Books are in alphabetical order again, no matter how many times you disorganize them

If you like to craft handmade things like necklaces or accessories he'll stay by your side and keep your materials organised

He likes to watch you while you're creating things, you look so sweet and relaxed

Sometime he'll chat with you while you're at it, but if you prefer to stay quiet he'll comply, silence doesn't bother him anyway

He'll remind you to pay attention to things too

Or if you forget you have something important to do

He'll be here to make sure you remember about it

Tho he'll feel a little sad if you forget about one of your dates but he'll understand really

On the other hand he finds it cute if you keep asking him just how long before your next date or hangout

The thought of you being somewhat impatient to spend time with him melts his heart inside <3

[shuniverse]

stay with me? ,,| m.iksb

🖋️ so excited to put out my first dgrp ask, requested by the lovely anon <3 hope this was ok!

💌 gn!reader ;; reader is sick and misses mukuro so they convince her to stay instead of helping junko ;; mukuro is a bit of a softie in this <3 ;; sickness of the reader not specified but mentions of throwing up ;; cursing / swearing ;; fluff + light angst(?)

🫶 ;;

mukuro grabs her things together, stuffing her weapons and such into her roughly textured bag. she really needs to leave, or she knows junko’s gonna have her ass for dinner. she doesn’t need more on her plate, everything is stressful and a lot-

til she hears your quiet voice from the hallway, and that’s when she knows she’s really in trouble. the thing is, mukuro has such a difficult time saying no to you, but when it comes to junko? things are a little different.

don’t get her wrong, mukuro adores you and loves you to no end, but junko.. it’s a super complicated situation. she could be hanged if she slips up just the slightest, have a hand grenade thrown at her for saying the wrong thing, have a knife repeatedly attempting to stab her for not doing something right. it’s always a fine line with junko, but mukuro has had to do it for years.

it’s customary.

but she feels so genuinely despaired when you walk up to her, bare feet padding against the hard wood floor.

“mu-mu..? where are you going..?”

your sleepy voice makes her frown softly. “ah, sorry darling, did I wake you? I’m just leaving to go see junko-“

“her? mu-mu, you can cancel just one night can’t you..? please?”

she sighs heavily, and reaches out to pet your cheek with her calloused hand. “love, I.. I don’t..”

“c’mon, mu-mu she’s so dangerous and I.. I hate that you still hang around her and help her. she’s not worth your time and she’s.. she’s using you. besides.. I don’t wanna be alone tonight, mu-mu. I might throw up if you’re gone again tonight. please stay mu-mu.”

your words made her almost tear up. almost. it’s hard to get her to cry anymore, but you seem to be the only one that gets her close to it. she sighs once more, setting her bag down and turning to you. “love, I don’t.. I can’t, honey, I.. she needs me and-“

“no she doesn’t! she can do everything she wants, and you’re stuck being some loyal little puppy. mu-mu, please please stop caring so much about her, let her deal with her stuff on her own. you mean too much to me to see you get hurt, much less by her.. please mu-mu, I need you tonight, stay with me. please?”

your strong pout, the small little tears pricking your waterline. she’s teetering on the edge of giving in. but she knows there could be consequences.

but she thinks, for the first time, fuck consequences. I’ve been having to do what she says like a mutt for years on end. what can’t she do that somehow I have to do for her? she almost ended the world. she did end the world. she can do things on her own.

she nods, with another strong sigh, and a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“okay,” she says, wrapping you up in her arms, “I’ll stay with you, love.”

and at that, you’re dragging her back to bed, and she’s fast to fall asleep in your arms. but not before taking a picture of the two of you, and finally gaining the confidence to tell her sister something she should’ve a long time ago.

fuck you. do it yourself

*one image attached*

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hii!! hope you enjoyed 🫶

I had fun writing this, im hoping ppl send in more Danganronpa requests, I enjoy writing them! but before you do, pls read my rules!! ty 🫰

stay safe lovelies, feel free to like and reblog, it’s greatly appreciated <3

[sakumasmut]

OK hear me out on this one. kinda abo au (??) but not really i have no clue- just imagine ritsu sorta going into this period once a year where he grows cat ears a cat tail, and just generally acts a lot like one. fem!reader is asked to take care of him during this time, since in this cycle he becomes super submissive and needs a mate to take care of him. so that leads to reader giving in to his needs (i’d imagine she’d give him head or something) and it works out perfectly because during his cycle of being partly a cat, his dick isn’t particularly that big, for the sole purpose of pleasuring him (perfect for sucking)! after climaxing just once, he returns to his normal self. he asks reader to go for another round, where this time he suggests dom-ing her and obviously she laughs and thinks he’s joking after just sucking his small cock. but little does she know that his size doubled and could satisfy all her needs! she looks down to see that his cock has grown and shes like “o.O can i even take that..” so then he fucks her and this is where the breeding kink and size kink comes in :)) after a few rounds reader’s belly is bulging with cum and she’s so satisfied but so tired.. and ritsu is just like “do you think my dick is small now? :)” and i think this whole situation would just be pretty ironic but fluffy in the end since ritsu has claimed reader as his mate and future mother of his children :) oh and second person pov would be great hehe.. thanks!

if any part of this is too uncomfy and/or confusing please feel free to ignore it!!

I’m getting thru requests kinda slowly but I’m getting through them!! this was a funny idea ty anon

Catboy!Ritsu Sakuma x F!Reader

tags/warnings: catboys, body transformations, vaginal sex, clothed sex, breeding, cum inflation, blowjobs, spiked dick, size kink, creampie

Edit: completely forgot the ao3 link!

Whatever you were expecting to see today, this certainly wasn’t up there.

Ritsu was curled up in his bed, which was relatively normal. What definitely wasn’t was the long, black furry tail swishing around in midair, an equally surprising pair of pointy black ears poking out from the top of his head.

Was this another side effect of his vampirism? No, it couldn’t possibly be! You certainly hadn’t heard of it before. As you tried to rack your brain for a somewhat logical explanation, Ritsu’s eyes fluttered open. He yawned loudly, stretching his limbs out like a cat and purring the whole time. You couldn’t help but giggle at how cute he looked, alerting him to your presence.

“Ah, /name/.” Ritsu sleepily called out to you. “Are you here to help me?”

“I think so? I didn’t hear any specifics, just that you needed someone to come by.”

He let out another yawn, and you took a seat on the bed, wondering just how he had suddenly grown cat-like features. You always thought his feline resemblances were behavioral, not physical. He rubbed his face against your neck, purring happily.

“So, uh, you’re a cat.”

“Mhm, it’s hard to explain. I’m real needy this time of the year…”

“You’re always needy.”

“That’s different.” Ritsu pouted. “I just become like this sometimes…basically, I need a mate.”

You choked on thin air. Surely you misheard?

“What?”

“I need to get off, and this form helps me do that. That’s where you come in.”

He looked at you with pleading eyes. You definitely weren’t against the idea. Ritsu was handsome, and you had gotten quite close to him. You wouldn’t lie and say you hadn’t thought about fucking him, you just expected it to be under…extremely different circumstances. Maybe a dinner date out first, a bit of casual flirting. Not cat ears and a tail, though he admittedly looked adorable with them.

“Please, /name/?”

“Well, sure. If it’s going to help.” You shrugged. He let out a pleased chirp and licked your face affectionately, though all it did was make you scrunch your face up. Ritsu messed with his pants, unbuttoning them slowly while you waited patiently. His tail was swishing the whole time, his ears also moving on their own. You curiously reached out to pet him between the ears, and Ritsu let out a small “Mmmrph.” sound before rubbing his head against your hand.

“Aww, do you like that little Ritsu?”

He purred happily. The situation was still odd, but you could get used to Ritsu acting like this. One tug of his pants and boxers later, his erection finally sprung up from its confines. Penile spines covered his, admittedly, small cock. You weren’t going to insult him though, it wasn’t like you wanted a challenge. It was a bright red, and twitched slightly when you brought your face near it. He lay down on the bed and got comfy as you positioned your mouth above his cock.

You pressed a few kisses to his balls, trailing your lips upwards. He purred all the while, the vibrations from his throat filling the air. Ritsu only got louder when you gave his member a small lick, a deep moan resonating in your ears. You were glad you were doing well so far. As your lips brushed past the small spines of his length with each kiss, you finally got to his leaking tip. You wondered how he would react to you sucking him off, and opened your mouth to find out.

You easily took his petite cock in, bobbing your head up and down to ease the rest of his member into your mouth. Ritsu let out a mix of a purr and a moan at the feeling, his cock twitching inside you. The spines on his cock brushed against your throat with each movement of your head. They weren’t sharp enough to hurt, but they rubbed against your throat just right to stimulate your body into giving you pleasure too. Ritsu mewled and clawed at the bedsheets, scratching them and nearly tearing through the fabric. You rubbed your thighs together, his sweet moans starting to arouse you too.

“/N-Name/, I’m gonna…” Ritsu moaned loudly, shuddering as he came in your mouth with little warning. You swallowed his load as it shot out, the salty taste lingering even after you gulped the last drop and popped his cock out of your mouth. Ritsu breathed heavily, still laying down on the bed with his limbs spread out.

“Are you alright?” You asked, leaning over to look at him. His eyes remained shut, and his expression was one of pure bliss.

“Mhm, never better.”

You blinked rapidly, and your mouth went agape. His tail and feline ears had suddenly disappeared, before you even noticed they were gone. You weren’t imagining those, were you?

“/Name/…” Ritsu purred, opening his eyes back up and staring at you. He sat up, wrapping his arms around your neck. “You’ve got me all worked up. I wanna go another round.”

“Ritsu, c’mon. You wouldn’t last very long.” You chuckled, and you felt his glare on you. Suddenly you were pushed down onto the bed, Ritsu eagerly leaping onto you. You protested of course—as much as you liked sex, you had a lot more questions to ask to the point you were willing to wait for it, but then you looked down and your heart jumped. His member, which had snugly fit in your mouth mere moments ago, was a lot larger, and very much so erect. It also lacked the spines that covered it earlier, but it more than made up for it in sheer girth.

“W-When did you dick get so…”

“Hrm? It’s always been like that.” He had a smug look on his face. “Did it seem small to you before?”

You felt a blush creep up on you, making you stammer. Ritsu flipped your skirt up and pressed a hand firmly against your crotch, thumbing the area where your clit was. You let out a quiet moan while his fingers rubbed against your clothed folds, your juices already soaking your underwear.

“/Name/, you’re so mean. Saying I wouldn’t last long when you’re already like this yourself.”

Ritsu pulled your panties aside, revealing your dripping slit to him. He licked his lips, eyes growing dark with lust.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good too.”

Your legs were pushed against the bed as Ritsu positioned himself above you. He didn’t bother removing any of your clothes, rubbing his throbbing erection to full mast and pressing the tip to your awaiting cunt. Despite feeling in control mere moments ago, you felt yourself quickly submit to his sudden initiative. He easily pushed the head of his cock past your folds thanks to how wet you were, combined with your saliva still coating his member. You felt your head spin as he molded your walls to take in his large cock, parting them until he was bottoming out inside you. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before he was sliding out of you, plunging back in without warning a second later.

Your pathetic moans filled the air as Ritsu thrusted into you, his balls slapping against your skin each time he pushed himself in. He was much larger than you had expected, stretching your very being to accomodate for him. His pretty face was focused on your body, watching how your breasts moved with his thrusts, and how you let out a tiny yelp each time he pressed against your cervix. You felt so filled with him inside you, and you needed to experience that feeling over and over again.

Ritsu paused, pulling out of you entirely before flipping you over onto your hands and knees. You whined, confused at the change in position, before he spread your legs apart with his own and mounted you like a bitch in heat, immediately resuming his pace. The new angle let him hit new parts of you, eliciting more whines as he made you moan like never before.

“/Name/…” He purred into your ear, nipping the edge of it. “You take me so well. I’m gonna cum inside you, okay? Let’s have lots of kittens together.”

“Yes!” You mewled, clawing at the sheets. “Give me your seed!”

“I will.” He chuckled. “Gonna give you every last drop.”

His weight pressed down on your back, locking you in place as his movements grew frantic. You also began to shake, your climax rapidly approaching. Ritsu’s breathing quickened as he gripped your hips, making you meet his thrusts.

“Be a good girl and milk my cock, /name/.”

“R-Ritsu!” You cried out, top half collapsing onto the pillows as your orgasm washed over you.

You felt him jerk his hips forward, and he shuddered and tightened his grip on you before pumping his litter into you. The warm feeling of his cum flooding your walls made another muffled moan escape you. All his sperm was going straight into you, no doubt trying to find an egg to fertilize. Your stomach bulged from the sheer amount he had left inside your womb. It felt absolutely overflowing, you’d be surprised if you didn’t get pregnant from all of it.

“Good mate.” Ritsu chirped happily, kissing the top of your head while still inside you. “Haven’t been that satisfied in a while.”

He waited another minute before pulling out, your body immediately collapsing onto the bed from exhaustion. His milky white cum spilled out of your hole and onto the sheets. Ritsu pouted, and used his fingers to try and push it back into you, making you whine softly.

“Ah, what a waste…” He frowned, grabbing your hips and positioning himself back on top of you.

“R-Ritsu?”

“I need to make sure you take, so let’s do it again.”

Before you could protest, he slid himself back into you, stopping more of his seed from escaping and filling you up once more. You felt him harden inside you, and realized he was going to breed you for a little while longer.

Well, you weren’t going to complain.

[beangusu]

Do you have any other sailor moon headcanons?🥰

OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY FOR ANSWERING SO LATE ANON I NEVER SAW THIS…

BUT I HAVE SO MANY MY HEAD COULD EXPLODE. id like to draw them all out properly one day 👉🏽👈🏽 but a lot of my ramblings abt my own headcanons are on twitter :]

one of my favorite headcanons have to be rei being super close with the outers! one of my favorite things ever is rei and michiru’s friendship and that led to me imagining rei considering the outers a second home cause of how often they take her in. the idea of rei and michiru bonding over their ‘seer’ abilities, haruka and rei being butch lesbian buddies, hotaru and rei being THE SIBLINGS EVER, and setsuna being a mother figure to rei like it just makes me sooooo 🥺🥺

i have a lot of reinako headcanons also regarding their silver millennium counterparts bc my god. the fucking tragedy of the silver millennium and the reincarnation aspect rly makes for some Good Shit.

i dont think naoko revealed much abt the silmil counterpart personalities, but i love imagining silmil mars having the personality of 90s rei cranked up a few notches; brash, cocky, overbearing, and extremely hot-headed, while silmil venus is more like pgsm minako; calm, quiet, solemn, and too devoted to her job of protecting the princess to really care for anything else. like the silmil reinako dynamic would be so interesting… especially when romantic feelings get involved… a case of silmil mars dying in silmil venus’ arms while venus regrets not pursuing her love for mars would totally happen

i like stealing hcs from fanfics also hehe :3 my fav being this one fic where silmil mars basically haunts rei and always makes sure that rei “puts venus first” like. its so fucking good.

theres also another fic i absolutely adored that goes in depth on ace’s ‘curse’ on mina that ends up tying into reinako ofc but im gona stop here bc i could honestly go on and on about different reinako fics and how my sailor moon headcanons tie in to each other but then this post would be like 8 pages long (^_^;)

[honeydoor]

ㅤ ೀ⠀painting you | jisung

ওㅤFeels like im in a Michelangelo's painting

bffs brother and inexperienced!jisung x older!femreader, unprotected sex (don't do this!!!), creampie, "little boy", dryhumping, anything else (?)

a/n: this is the first request of this blog and im so happy, ty anon for this! if there is any mistake, please let me know, enjoy as much I enjoyed writing this!!! ♡

You didn't know Jisung very well, apart from the fact that he was your best friend's brother, you didn't know much about his personality.

He was always in his room, doing whatever while you and the youngest Park enjoyed a girls' night out. He only left that place when he realized he needed to eat or communicate with his sister.

At college he was even more mysterious, he even seemed invisible in the eyes of the other girls, so much so that when he asked them what they thought of Park Jisung they would respond "Who's that guy" or "Jiyeon's brother?" He's definitely not very famous. But you know that behind the thick-rimmed glasses and the sweatshirt there is a handsome boy, better yet, attractive.

And you were attracted to him, something about his shy and unkempt personality gave you butterflies in your stomach.

Butterflies in stomach, that sounds so funny. But you can feel them every time you get close to him — which is practically every day, since they take the same course in college —. Like the time they were alone in the room while Jiyeon did more popcorn in the kitchen, your eyes never met but you knew he was watching you — too much.

But you weren't shy, not at all, you liked the attention he gave you. When his gaze goes down your body when you're all dressed up to go out with his sister, or when it lingers on your cleavage.He feels like a pervert for looking, and he feels dirty for the things he does afterwards but who cares; you wouldn't know anyway.

Or... would you?

Jisung's biggest fear was that you would find out that he liked you, or that you would find out worse things he had done to your image, nothing too strange, no, but you were his muse, the only one who had her face drawn by Jisung's skillful hands and how talented he was. every mark, mole, detail of her face he knew by heart.

But he still didn't know the details of her body.

Even though he already having seen you in a bikini other times is never enough to see the details, but don't take it to the perverted side, not at all, it's all in the name of art.

And even though he is trembling with shyness, he sends you a message in the middle of the night, hoping that you weren't awake, that way it would be easier for him to ask for what he had to ask for.

[sung ♡] - 03:58

you're awaken?

hope not

I want to ask something to you pls don't think this is strange, I'm literally afraid of your answer but I'll ask anyway

can I... paint you naked?

ik it's something really weird to ask but I need this for my art class you don't need to be completely naked tho

[you] - 04:00

sure little boy

what day??

In that moment he knew he's fucked up. you're awaken and answered him as quickly as possible. Oh gosh, he's about to freak out.

[sung ♡] - 04:03

tomorrow in the school studio?

it's more empty at 7pm

[you] - 04:04

lol u should stop calling college school but ok, ill be there

no makeup or ??

[sung ♡] - 04:04

no makeup plzz

😅

When you entered that studio, you could feel his desperation from afar. He greets you, a little shyly. His sweaty hands drying on his pants and his low voice give signs of this.

So pathetic and adorable, you liked that about him.

– Uhm... Shall we get started? Look, if you don't want to go all... hmm, you know, you can wear this cloth as a dress.– Jisung says as he arranges the materials.

– If I cover myself, you’ll miss the most interesting part of the painting. – You say laughing, Park can hear the sound of the zipper being lowered and can’t resist, he looks at you before it’s time. You really aren’t ashamed, you took off your light dress right there, in the middle of the studio but he would see you anyway, wouldn’t he? – I loved the cenary, I feel like I’m in a Michelangelo painting.

You settle into that burgundy couch, the gold accents matching your sunkissed skin. He can't help but notice, and he'll make a point of adorning you in gold on that painting. The white contrasts well with the burgundy, it's all very expensive, or so it should seem.

Jisung appreciates every curve, your enigmatic gaze and how beautiful you look in any lighting. He's enjoying every moment— and so are you.

By the end of the sketches, your body is already tense, you can see that Park's is too, so you suggest a break. It's already after eight when he finally decides to come out from behind that easel. Finally he stops and thinks, gosh, he's alone with his sister's best friend; he goes back to the same freaked out state he was in when you walked in there.

He doesn't say a word to you, he knows that if he did he would be exposing himself too much. But you insist on making him talk.

– So why me? Is a genuine question.

– W-what?

– Why you chose me, you know, to pose nude. – The comment makes the boy's cheeks burn.

– You know, I don't know many girls around here, and I don't think they'd trust me to pose... like that. – He avoids any eye contact with you, it's almost agonizing.

– So you think I trust you? – The smirk on your face is comic, he knows you're teasing him. - Cute.

He looks at you finally, stops and observes you more than art allows. – Are you hard, Ji? I can see it.

He mentally curses his easel for not covering him completely, but he can't help but feel his cock rise even more at your observation. – I can help you feel better, it looks painful.

And like the birth of Venus, he sees you get up from that couch, the fabric who barely is covering anything slides delicately to the floor, your bare feet approach him. Nervous, he doesn't move at all, he prefers that you lead.Your hands caress his hair, with false sympathy. – You can touch me, boy.

Jisung doesn't know what to do first, whether he would rather leave his hands on your waist or rest them on your ass. Either option would make you happy.

You kiss his face, making a trail down to his neck. You kiss his collarbone, slightly exposed by the button-down shirt he's wearing, avoiding his mouth for a moment because you know it will make him anxious.

– Please do this right. – He asks, his eyes closed waiting for something more.

You sit on his lap, his cock covered by the fabric of his pants right beneath you. A groan is heard in the room as you begin to move. The fabric causes a nice friction. The kiss is wet, noisy and with lots and lots of saliva. It seemed like you were waiting for it too. You don't stop moving for a moment, ending up staining the fabric with your fluids.

– Can I have you now, hm? Come on little boy, I want to play with you. – You ask, but he barely waits and already agrees, he wants to have you as soon as possible.

You stand up enough to be able to lower the zipper and release the hard, drooling member. You can't help but admire it, Jisung is big and you're going to make good use of his cock. You slowly sit on his lap, his cock being squeezed by you. – Damn, you're so... tight. – He doesn't fail to mention. You start to move up and down, the mixture of both of your fluids making it easier. His hands stop on your breasts, playing with your nipples, making you moan louder. – Oh shit!

The wet noises, the heavy breathing, their eager moans, you squeezing him tighter and tighter, everything contributed to you reaching the climax.

But he doesn't want to stop.

He picks you up, laying you down on the couch, he doesn't leave you yet and he makes a point of using you to reach his peak too. And then he starts fucking you, harder than you could imagine. Your breasts bounce with each thrust, his teeth nip at your neck. The grunt he lets out is a warning that he's cumming too.

– Sorry, I couldn’t get it out. – He apologizes for cumming inside, but you don’t care.

– It’s okay, little boy, I like that.

He makes a point of cleaning you up afterwards. He finishes the painting with much more energy now.

– If you win any award for this, I promise you'll have the best fuck of your life. – You whisper in his ear, as they look at your nude painting in the college exhibition.

Now Jisung can boast that he has more experience now (obviously in painting you).

[lavishedinjimin]

corruption w dom jimin and he’s just so condescending and mocking the reader :[

Btw ur writing is amazing ty ily

I love how you put the ' :[ ' right after lmao what a mood. tysm and ilyt anon ♥

I apologize in advance if this isn't condescending/mocking enough! But nevertheless, I hope this will still make yall feel da tingles.

~

Jimin was part of an underground Kendo team, has a black belt in it, and loves to drive people nuts with his intense skills and passion for martial arts. He was a man of determination and focus, for when he gets in the zone of things, he tends to cut everything off. That's how he won so many championships.

But the day that you discovered their secret little hideout, things have changed for Jimin.

He keeps being distracted by your beauty, not after so many years of just pure training and dedicating his time to Kendo. You were so different than him; an incredibly sweet, kind, and innocent lady that seemed so lost after accidentally stumbling into the hideout. And he always looks intimidating and had a resting bitch face, his eyes seeming so frightening whenever they land on someone else's.

Although, that's beside the point. Because of your adorable aspects, Jimin knew that he had to get you.

Fast forward to a couple months, you and Jimin were the best of friends. He was an easy man to hang out with, and all experiences with him were never dull. He knows how to please you, and he puts you first before any other.

But what you did not know, though, is that he has a hidden side to his persona.

Today, you and Jimin were the only ones in the gym. You were analyzing the display of swords on the other side, and you can see on the giant mirror wall that Jimin was approaching you.

"You look really pretty," he murmurs, glancing at you through the mirror, eyeing your body up and down. "Why did you dress up today?"

You still weren't used to his sometimes straightforward nature. Your cheeks heat up, attempting to answer without fumbling over your words, "I'm only wearing a blouse and a skirt, Jimin. What are you on about?"

"Nothing," he smirks, going up behind you. He takes your breath away when he suddenly gives you a firm back hug. "I like your skirt."

"Oh?"

"Yup. It's a little..." his face contorts into a somewhat disagreeing expression, "it's a little bit short though. You really decided to walk around wearing those?"

"Jimin!" you hold his hands that were clasped together in front of you. "that's mean."

Jimin holds back a chuckle. The tone in his voice changes, and a more sexy and sultry aura radiates out of him, "Mean? That's already mean for you?" Jimin pauses and scoffs, "you still have a lot to learn about me, then."

Your hair swooshes when he flips your body around to look at him. He locks his eyes on your lips, down your body, then back to your shimmering eyes.

"I'm just saying the truth, Y/n. Was it your intention to wear such a short skirt so that I can practically see your ass cheeks, huh?"

"Jimin—!" you squeal, covering your embarrassment but he doesn't stop teasing you.

"Was it your intention to turn me on, baby girl?"

You were dead silent after that, feeling your heart rate quicken as his hands slowly caress your back, down to your clothed butt. "Awh," he chuckles, "look at you. I barely talked dirty and you're already a blushing mess."

Jimin raises the flimsy cloth of your skirt up to immediately squeeze your bare butt. You whimper from his action. "I can see your nipples growing hard through that blouse, Y/n. You're enjoying this aren't you?"

"Yeah," you meekly respond, your eyes prying away from his strong gaze.

He towers over you until your back hits the nearest wall, corning yourself. Jimin now has full control over you, and the thought of making you submit to him feeds onto his primitive desires.

"You're scared? Don't be scared, baby," Jimin fake pouts, "look at you, biting your lip. You don't know how much you drive me mad just by looking at me like that with those innocent eyes."

"Please," you whisper to him, "Jimin, I-I feel something."

He puts his hand on your hips, his knee slowly making its way in between your legs. "What do you feel, huh? Is it your pussy aching for friction? Do you want this?" He rubs your core through the layers of clothes, making you mewl in desperation. You nod your head yes.

"Oh yeah? My pretty little girl wants something to rub her needy pussy? Aww, baby," he muses, "Look at you, who would've thought that an innocent baby girl like you would do this for someone she'd barely known for a year? Are you the type to fuck and run, Y/n? Huh?"

You don't even know what that means!

Jimin reaches down to feel how wet you are through your panties, and he laughs at the results. "Oh my god," his fingers graze up and down your slit, making your legs buck and feel your knees slowly giving up. "I've barely touched you and you're so wet. You a virgin, baby girl? This cunt hasn't felt any pleasure in so long from how soaked you are, huh?"

Feeling a new sense of desperation, you try to grind against his hand, wanting more, but this only resulted in him slapping your cunt. You jump from the sudden impact, whimpering out loud like a puppy.

"Bad girl," he mutters, "Oh, baby girl. If you're mine I would've trained and taught you how to be such an obedient little pet. Not a dirty, rash little girl." Jimin clicks his tongue after you hang your head down in shame, "No. Look at me. Damn, you're so fucking shy. You can do better than that, right? You can act like a fucking adult and take what I give you?"

Jimin's hand sneaks up your blouse to grab your boob, your hard nipples brushing against his palm as you release another moan. "Shit, even a simple touch can make you wild."

Without anticipating it, he steals a kiss directly on the tip of your nose. "You are so freaking cute," he says right after, "so cute that I wanna destroy your pussy and taint your fucking soft attitude until my cock is the only thing you want in your life."

~

kinda lost control with this drabble's backstory lmao it's like a whole plot to a fanfic.................

[starglitterz]

congrats on 100 followers!! can i have scaramouche + “i fucking love you!!!” , “hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober.” hehe ☺️

thank you anon <3

one order of a cookie coming right up ! i hope you enjoy it, and ty for ordering from quill's dessert cafe's special 100 followers event <3 🍧

cw; drunkenness, alcohol, slight violence(?)

scaramouche.

scaramouche, the 6th of the fatui harbingers, was exhausted. dealing with that irritating childe, always raring for a fight, and that annoying pest la signora, with her high pitched cackle, had sapped away all of his energy. scaramouche wished he had just used his scythe to slice through their necks like butter and shut them up. not to mention he was far better than all of them, yet they refused to accept that his plan was clearly superior compared to their idiotic ones. only y/n, the twelfth harbinger had agreed with his idea. at least you had some braincells.

a low growl rumbled in his throat as scaramouche recollected how he had interacted with you after the meeting with all the harbingers, and he reached for the bottle of whiskey on his shelf. while he had meant to smile at you and be less intimidating, he had instead scowled at you terrifyingly, causing you to laugh and shoot him a confused look before leaving. scaramouche frowned and poured himself a drink, knitting his brows together as he mentally berated himself for not rushing after you to speak to you. then he proceeded to scold himself for even wanting to talk to you. he was no regular mortal, and he despised everyone else, whom he considered weaklings and too low ranked to be in his presence. yet for some reason, he was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. this contradiction was exasperating, scaramouche thought as he downed his drink and immediately poured another.

what was so special about you that made him of all people wish to hold a conversation with you? it didn't make sense in the slightest. scaramouche glowered at his glass and swirled the drink around before bringing it to his lips and finishing it in a gulp. by now he was already beginning to feel slightly tipsy - scaramouche was an awful drunk. how aggravating you were, walking around every day looking that attractive. who gave you the right?! scaramouche didn't remember issuing any order like that, not like he could recall anything from his foggy mind in the state he was in right now. in fact, scaramouche thought as he swallowed yet another glass of alcohol, he should call you right now and reprimand you for it. yes... that seemed like a good course of action.

scaramouche fumbled around with his phone for a few minutes before finally managing to find your number and dial it. as he heard the familiar beeping sound while waiting for you to pick up, scaramouche glared at his phone as if that would make you answer faster. suddenly, he heard your voice.

"hello? scaramouche, is that you?" dammnit, even your lilting voice was gorgeous. he couldn't take it. "yessssssssssss, it's me," he slurred. "are you calling to finally take me up on my request to do the fandango?" he could hear the teasing tone in your voice, could picture the smirk curving your lips and that just made him go feral. "i have something to tell you..." scaramouche drank yet another glass to feel the liquid courage coursing through his veins before his dramatic confession. he had never imagined himself admitting this before, but if he was going to do it, he was going to do it better than anyone else in teyvat could. "what is it? scara, are you drunk?" there you go again, being stupidly adorable with that nickname. if it was anyone else, he would have chopped them up into millions of tiny pieces by now, but with you, it sounded kind of... nice.

inhaling a deep breath, scaramouche stood up and yelled into the phone's microphone, "i fucking love you!!!" then, he sat down again and lifted up his empty glass, "cheers to that." there was a deafening silence on the other end, which caused him to shout, "are you deaf, or just stupid? answer when someone speaks to you, fool!" at that point you burst into laughter, because hearing the fear-inducing sixth fatui harbinger drunkenly scold you for not replying quick enough was far too hilarious. "hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober," you said when your giggles finally subsided. there was no response, except for the quiet sound of snoring from scaramouche, who had evidently fallen asleep after consuming so much alcohol. chuckling to yourself, you cut the call, eagerly planning all the ways you would tease him about this the next day.

however, the frantic beating of your heart gave away the fact that you too were incredibly overjoyed that your feelings were reciprocated.

quill speaks !

on today's episode of quill doesn't know how to control her writing-

PLS IS IT EVEN A DRABBLE AT THIS POINT

idk but its cute so im keeping it this way

anon i wasn't sure who you wanted to say each line, so i decided it on my own, i hope that's okay !! this is my first time writing for scaramouche, so im also hoping he wasn't ooc or anything,,, but hc where scaramouche has a soft spot for his s/o supremacy

thank you for participating in the event, and feel free to request again for other prompts here !

also i could have not included this but this is for all of you scaramouche simps

[levworship]

Okay but I just read what the other anon requested and that was so good?? I didn’t think I had a thing for receiving oral but wtf 😭🤚could I maybe request smth if you got time?? Could it be a reunion between volleyball teams from miyagi and tokyo? So nekoma, fukorodani, seijoh, Johzenji (terushima’s tongue piercing PLS), karasuno, itachiyama You were the old manager of nekoma and was friends with literally everyone, during the talk kuroo somehow mentioned that in the nekoma reunion like 2 years ago it somehow ended with the main guys all taking turns eating you out and that pisses off the rest of the guys because that was their fantasy?? This ends up with you (with consent ofc) being sat down on kuroo’s lap as the guys also take turns eating you out (inspired by the other anon because 😩) I understand if you obviously can’t mention everyone, but pls mention terurshima, sakusa (who would only let you make a mess on his face) and bokuto if you could <3 ALSO the idea of two people eating you out at the same time, maybe bokuto and terushima?? IM NASTY OKAY BUT PLS DO THAT

Ty in advanceeee

i’m usually pretty fast but this took me a whole two days to write smh i’m sorry anon. hope you enjoy tho <3 i wanted it to be a lil longer but i’m so tired and i rlly wanted to get this out for you.

cw: group sex (like.. big group), hella sub reader, also fem reader, anal lol, oral (fem reviving), kuroo is the ringleader, humiliation ig, reader kinda into it doe, dirty talk, degrading + praise, squirting, overstimulation

summary: basically everyone wants to eat out/fuck y/n. explicitly written in here is kuroo, oikawa, sakusa, bokuto, and terushima. the rest is implied.

word count: about 1.9k

your face was buried into kenma’s stiff shoulder, your whole body feeling hot as your group of friends continued to talk about you as if you weren’t even there. but clearly they hadn’t forgotten about you too much considering the way their eyes burned holes into you from all around so indiscreetly that you couldn’t even sit your ass still.

you weren’t quite sure how the previous conversation had shifted so suddenly, but kuroo seemed more than happy with the subject change as his signature asshole smirk never left his features. “- yeah, ‘bout two years ago i’d say. she was a good fuck too. poor thing was so eager to make us feel good that she passed out.” kuroo continued to drag his story as if to intentionally provoke the others, and the staring at you only got worse. your nerves were shot.

you looked and felt like a precious bunny being stared down by a bunch of wolves. and honestly? it was hot as fuck.

which is why you didn’t bother to argue when you were practically dragged into the locker room of the old gym, daichi hurriedly locking the door behind all of you. you couldn’t help but feel bad for just a second. ‘didnt some of these guys have girlfriends? couldve sworn i saw terushima enter with some girl.’ but how could you possibly focus on that when your clothes were being literally ripped off of you and disregarded to who knows where?

your legs felt weak, both out of shock and nervousness from being handled so roughly. “bring her here, bo. sit her down on my lap.” bokuto (for perhaps the first time in his life) was silent as he dragged you over to the other ex-captain, setting you down in his lap on his spot on the bench just as he’d requested. kuroo snickered and raised a hand to cup your cheeks, squeezing them together like you were a little baby before releasing.

“ease up, will ya? so damn tense i can feel it from here. you know we’ll take good care of you.” he spoke so lowly and reassuringly that you couldn’t help but to nod like a fool as he turned you around in his lap to fit the others. he tapped your thigh once, twice, and you quickly picked up on the hint and opened your legs for their viewing pleasure. you tried to put your face down as you were smothered in shame from just how quickly you got wet from their rough handling, but kuroo gripped onto your face once again and forced you to look up.

“look up, baby. so many big strong men dying to make you cum so fucking hard. be a little more thankful, yeah? say it.” “thank you.” he shook his head with a small laugh before releasing your face, but not before lightly tapping your face twice with soft slaps. still, you remained out of it even as oikawa settled himself between your legs, looking up at you with the same lazy smile you frequently saw him wearing around you.

“smells so damn good. finally gonna let me get a taste, cutie?” he spoke lowly as if he were to himself before diving in and holy shit. you figured he’d be pretty experienced. the guy was a literal chick magnet. but damn, this exceeded your expectations by far. your body threatened to curl over itself if it hadn’t been for kuroo’s sturdy grip on your twitching thighs. the way he sucked vigorously at your clit while swiping his tongue along your folds to capture more of your essence had you drawing nothing but blanks up there.

“haven’t even cum yet for us and already going dumb?” kuroo teased, planting a kiss just behind your ear, a shocking contrast to the way oikawa’s tongue worked against you just right.

the air around you was so thick you felt as if it could be cut with a knife. some of the guys surrounding you couldn’t figure out what to do with themselves, nervously shuffling their feet without taking your eyes off of you. others had clearly overcome any former shame, already slowly pumping their cocks in their hands as they hoped and prayed that they would get a turn soon. the whole scene made you feel so dirty— so wanted. the desire that leaked from their looks on you had your orgasm approaching faster than ever.

oikawa seemed to have noticed this, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart to make sure you felt him deep, muttering a quick “cum on my fucking mouth, princess.” the simple phrase alone made your orgasm crash down on you finally. your fingers tangled in his soft hair, which was now messy and tossed thanks to you.

you nearly passed out right there when he continued to lick you clean even as you violently shook in kuroo’s grasp, the black haired boy having to shove the other away forcefully just to separate his mouth from you. “that’s enough of that. did he make you feel good baby?” your eyes are still shut as you cling onto the leftover bliss, only offering a quiet “mhm.” “good girl. think you can give us another?” the question was clearly rhetorical, which should’ve been clear by the was he was already gesturing someone else forward. but still, you shook your little fucked out head ‘no’ and prayed upon some god that he’d have mercy on your poor quivering cunt.

but you knew better than to expect mercy from kuroo of all people. especially when it came to your body, when he kept whispering to you about how you were such a “perfect little toy,” and his “favorite doll to use.” before you knew it sakusa was diving into your pussy quickly without giving you time to do so much as muster up the energy to open your eyes again. his mouth was quick and desperate to get you off, moving with a sense of urgency as his hands busied themselves palming at his covered dick. he wasn’t nearly as precise or experienced as oikawa was, but his eagerness made up for it as he ate you out like a starved man.

your hips threatened to buck against his face wildly, cries of “please, please, please” falling from your mouth even though you didn’t even know what you were begging for. all you knew was that you needed more than what he was giving you right now. the man above you seemed to have read you like an open book once again as he released one of your thoughts to reach a hand around to your sensitive bud, pressing down on it softly. “see this?” he murmured, only receiving a small “hm.” in acknowledgement as omi continued his assault on your little hole. greedy fuck. “try touching her here. she loves that shit.” you cried out for more again, clenching tightly at the way he spoke of your body as if you weren’t even there.

the second sakusa tore himself away from your folds to wrap his lips around your clit, you were a goner for sure. there was a distant scream that you didn’t even recognize as your own until kuroo muffled them with his hand, body twitching and jerking more than it had the previous time. the room fell to a sudden silence even as you came down from your high, causing you to let out a confused hum.

kuroo’s chuckle broke the quietness, his large hand slapping your wet overstimulated mound and making you yelp. “didn’t know you were a squirter, baby. how come you didn’t do this for us the first time hm?” another rhetorical question. his hand trailed down lower, collecting some of your juices before he began to prod a finger at your other hole. “fuck- gonna let me bury myself in here again? want both of your holes fucked out?” and you couldn’t help but cry out because fuck yes! you couldn’t think of anything you’d want more. you nodded your head and panted like a sex craved mutt, and perhaps you would’ve been as humiliated as you were before if you weren’t so damn thirsty for it. every inch of you was begging to be ravished and destroyed, and you couldn’t help but grow more and more impatient as the time passed.

kuroo didn’t take his eyes off of you as he nodded towards the crowd once again, sakusa taking the hint and reluctantly scurrying off to palm at himself through his sweatpants just as he previously had. kuroo’s command must’ve been unclear though, as both of you were pulled away from your eye contact at the sound of a comical bonk followed by two grunts of “ow.” perhaps you would’ve laughed if the two aforementioned fools weren’t kneeling in front of your drenched pussy, ready to service you eagerly just as the other two had.

a chill ran up your spine as you surveyed each of their features. while both of them shared the same underlying expressions of lust and desperation, you couldn’t help but note how bokuto’s face resembled one of an excited puppy dog that perhaps would’ve been adorable in another circumstance while terushima’s was much more primal. “look at that” kuroo’s voice in your ear dragged you back out of your own head as he slowly sunk another finger into your tight ass. just because he was going to treat you like a whore didn’t mean you didn’t deserve prep. “making a fool out of themselves, all because they’re so desperate to get a taste of that perfect pussy. doesn’t that make you feel filthy?”

kuroo couldn’t do anything but shake his head at your lack of response, finally releasing your thighs for a moment to grab at both of their napes, silently demanding for you to hold them open yourself. “well? since you’re both so impatient, think you two can work together as a team? if i hear her complain even one time, i’m not letting either of you touch again.”

the two of them nodded obediently, and your eyes nearly rolled back at how demanding kuroo was being right now. it was clear that everyone knew who was truly holding the ropes here, and yet no one was complaining about the arrangement. seemingly satisfied with their responses, kuroo released their necks and his hands smacked yours away so he could replace them and hold up your thighs himself once again. “think you’re ready to take my cock now in here, y/n?” he smirked as he lined himself up. “gonna let me fuck this ass while you let both of them eat that slutty pussy? such a dirty girl. so fuckin’ good for us” he continued to spew filth at you as he lined himself up at your entrance, allowing you to sink down slowly.

you hissed at the stretch, but of course didn’t have much time to focus on the sensation because bokuto and terushima had finally decided that they’d been waiting for long enough. they worked diligently, the cool metal of teru’s tongue piercing flicking against your bud while bokuto slurped on your juices so loudly that the sound filled the room in the most embarrassing way possible.

yeah. you were in for it tonight.

sorry for mistakes or inconsistencie. requests for bnha and haikyuu are open.

[queridopascal]

Happy 500! Ive had this idea for a while, but it might be too long and complicated. If it is too much feel free to disregard, no hard feelings! I just had this idea where Frankie has been really happy lately and kind of hiding things and sneaking around. So of course the guys think he started using again so they start following him and stuff to kind of catch him in the act, but hes just has a baker girlfriend they don't know about yet and hes been hiding sweet treats she makes him so he doesn't have to share with the guys. If you do write it thanks in advance ❤❤

Hi anon! I looooove this, thank you for sending it in 💞

Frankie’s secret (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

Warnings: reference to addiction and use of drugs, curse words, fluff

annie's 500 followers celebration ✨ (NOW CLOSED)

"Something's up with him." Pope sighs as he puts down his beer.

Frankie had just entered the bar with a huge smile on his face and was now headed towards the counter.

"He's been acting weird lately..." Benny huffs and shakes his head, Pope and Will nod silently.

"You guys think...?" the youngest Miller asks as he glances at Frankie, and then looks at the others.

"I hope not. I really do." Pope lowers his head and stares at the table's wood grains, lost in thought: Frankie is like a brother to him, and to think that he could have relapsed and fallen down that wagon again makes his blood freeze.

"Hi guys," Frankie joins them and takes a seat at the table "what's with the long faces?"

No answer.

"Fish," Pope takes a deep breath and turns to him "I want you to look at me and tell me what's going on."

Frankie's eyes widen and he lets out a nervous laugh, his gaze darts between Will and Benny before settling back on Pope's face.

"What do you mean? Nothing's going on." he says, indignant, crossing his arms and letting his body language speak.

"Fish," Pope glares at him, his nostrils flaring "just... tell me you're not doing that shit again."

"Christ," he unfolds his arms and opens them "why would I? I'm clean and I'm done with that shit! What's wrong with you, uh?" he starts to gets up from the table and looks at the two brothers for back up, but they stare back at him in complete silence.

"Fish, please." Pope tries to reason with him, but he won’t listen.

"We’re worried, Fish." Benny rests both elbows on the table and looks at him "You’ve been acting strangely, avoiding us at times, you’re not answering your calls, you’re always sneaking around suspiciously and... we’re concerned."

"There’s nothing to be worried about," Frankie puts his right hand above his heart "I swear."

***

It’s Saturday morning when Benny stops at a water fountain to freshen up a bit after his routine morning run. As he catches his breath, a familiar figure walking on the other side of the road captures his attention: Frankie is holding two large paper bags that look like they're filled with food, a joyful expression painted on his face.

Benny doesn’t remember ever seeing him that happy, and he chuckles at that scene before squinting his eyes and noticing that the logo printed on the bags is the one of a famous bakery located at the end of the street.

Driven by curiosity, Benny jogs towards the bakery, a perfect excuse to investigate while buying something for breakfast.

As soon as he enters the small shop, the delicious smell of freshly baked bread and pastries makes his mouth water, and a gorgeous girl greets him from behind the counter.

“How can I help you, sir?” you asks him in a lovely voice as you adjust your apron.

“I’d like to get one of those croissants, please.” Benny points at the pastry behind you and you nod, turning your back to him and putting the croissant into a paper bag before handing it to him.

“Anything else?”

“Well,” Benny gets closer to the counter “Francisco Morales, do you know him?”

“Uhm, yeah,” you nod “he’s my boyfirend. Why?”

“Your what?! ” Benny’s eyebrows rise with surprise at your words.

“My boyfriend, we've been dating for a little over a month now.”

“Oh, that explains a lot of things.” he shakes his head with a smile.

“Wait, are you one of his Delta Force...?”

“Yeah, I’m Benny.” he says, extending his hand to you, and you introduce yourself.

“He’s talked a lot about you, Pope and Will. I'm finally able to put a face to name.” you glance at him as you serve another customer.

“Well," Benny sucks his teeth “no offence, but he’s never mentioned you, I didn’t have any idea he had a girlfriend... ”

“I know. Frankie’s been through a lot, I think he really wants to be sure before sharing something with the people around him." you sigh and Benny nods.

"Well, it was nice to meet you. I'll see you at the party then." he waves at you and leaves the bakery as he takes a bite of his croissant.

***

It's evening when Benny, Pope and Will practically invite themselves at Frankie's house to watch some football.

"You got anything to eat?" Pope asks him as he gets up from the couch and stretches his back.

"Yeah, help yourself. Mi casa es tu casa." Frankie exhales as he watches the game, attentive eyes glued to the screen.

Pope walks into the kitchen and opens the first two cabinets, finding them filled with biscuits and pastries of all sorts. He huffs and opens another cabinet in search of something savory, but its content is the same as the other ones: pastries.

"Fish, what the fuck is this?" he shouts from the kitchen.

Frankie and the other guys rush to him, and Benny's mouth falls open at the amount of baked products stored in the kitchen cabinets, and he smiles to himself.

"That's a lot of pastries." Will steps forward and grabs a plastic container filled with small squares of millefeuille.

"I can explain." Frankie puts his hands up apologetically and takes a deep breath.

Pope and Will look at him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anxiety, while Benny tries to keep his composure.

"I have a girlfriend and..." Frankie sighs "she's a baker."

"Wow, okay, so this is..." Pope looks around, pointing at all the food.

"Yeah, this is all her work."

"And I guess that's the reason why you've been acting weird lately, uh?" Benny steps closer to him and he nods.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Pope punches his arm playfully "When are we meeting her?"

"Next week, at my birthday party."

***

"You think they like me?" you ask as you help Frankie clean everything up after the party.

"They love you, babe." he walks over to you and places his hands on your hips "Especially Benny I would say. Please, don't run away with him." he adds, pouting a little.

"You don't have to worry, he's not my type." you shake your head and wrap your arms around his neck, caressing his nape with your thumbs.

"Yeah?" he cocks an eyebrow at you.

"Yeah," you nod firmly "he's not you, he's not my Frankie."

Frankie beams at you and rests his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes for a moment as you get lost in the warmth of his brown ones.

"I... maybe it's too soon for you, but," he sighs, closing his eyes "I think I love you."

"Frankie..."

"I'm sure." he nods, putting his hands on your shoulders "But you don't have to say it back if you're not ready, it's alr-"

"Will you shut up!" you exclaim, putting your index finger on his mouth to silence him.

Frankie gulps and keeps quiet, staring back at you with those adorable puppy eyes.

"I love you, too."

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[aiiwa]

PRETTY IN PINK — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

✗ REQUEST: may i request a lil text fic of yn having the most juiciest 🍑 and taking pics in her lingerie to send to her female friends so they can help pic out which one is the prettiest but she accidently sends them to her best friend and crush iwa and how that would go?????

— iwaizumi hajime.

⤷ genre: college au - fluff (?) / crack (?)

��� warnings: suggestive / mature themes, cursing, and a photo thirst trap photo (?), also iwa talking about masturbating over your photo

⤷ word count: 2.8k

— a/n: for my big booty anon i would sell my soul for 🍑💖

this is set in the same universe as freshman year, so feel free to give it a read if you’d like!!

life after meeting your boys had changed your daily routine in the best way. not a minute went by that wasn’t filled with the familiar craziness you had grown on.

free time was spent humouring mattsun by shifting the couches in their apartment around and engaging in a wrestling match, originally stemming from a fight the two of you had over the last slice of cake a month ago; the current score was an even tie of 14-14 though you had plans to take the lead. when it came to makki, he was more than happy to indulge on your self-care days; he’d even take part in your skincare routine, let you paint his nails, and liked it when you made smoothies to sip on while the two of you waited for your clay masks to dry. every other week was dedicated to retouching his roots with pink hair dye.

other days, you were set up on your bed; under the soft covers, stash of snacks next to you, while your laptop rested on your lap. and at exactly three a.m. you would receive an incoming call from, oikawa. since it would be three p.m. in argentina, he’d take to sitting out on his balcony, basking in the sun and interrogating you on the relationship, or lack thereof, you had with his dear iwa-chan.

speaking of sweet, gorgeous iwa - in your biased and majorly crushing opinion, hanging out with him was your favourite. though you’d never be heard saying that around anyone. just last week he’d all but solidified your love for him even more, when the two of you were up late, binge watching a new sci-fi show that caught iwa’s attention, and he got up to make you some coffee when you started to feel sleepy.

“here we go, coffee with two sugars for the pretty lady.” the warmth you felt run over your body settled before you grabbed at the steaming cup. taking a sip you realised you’d never told iwa how many sugars you preferred, and after asking him, you watched his faint blush bloom under the harsh light of the t.v. screen. “heh, i don’t know...just noticed it, i guess.”

but as much as you loved the guys, there were just some things you couldn’t do with them. things that required a strictly girls-only day out.

“what do you mean we’re not allowed to come? i wanna go to the mall too!” mattsun whines, tugging at the sleeve of your cropped, button-up sweater, while you were bent over tying your laces.

“it’s a girl’s day out, emphasis on girl.” smacking his hand away, you straighten up; sending him the look your mother gives you when you’re being difficult. “so unless your little pee-pee grew into a powerful vagina, you’ll be staying home.”

“but makki’s practically a girl too!” the couch cushion that flew into his face was true to its aim, the swift whack shutting mattsun up.

“fuck off, little dick.” makki grumbled, lanky figure draped over the couch; sans aforementioned couch cushion that was covering his face before. mattsun tried to throw the pillow back at the pink-haired boy, but it was caught with ease. “we agreed to never bring that up again.”

“yeah well, y/n’s talking about some girl-time shit, like we didn’t take her to a strip club, filled with male strippers.” mattsun sasses back, crossing his arms with a smirk. “like makki didn’t get a lap dance from that guy-”

from the corner of your eye, the bulky figure entering the room catches your attention instantly. you could never get tired of eyeing up the way his shirt stretched around his fit body, how his sleeves cut a bit into his arms and knowing he could rip them up with a flex of his biceps. watching him walk up to you, the tightening of his navy blue gym shorts around his shaped thighs, had you mesmerised; dragging your gaze across the outline of his bulge, you swore it twitched just before he stopped near you.

“ready to go, y/n?” he offered a small smile, twirling his keys around his finger. at the sound of his voice, the other two boys halted their bickering over the strip club incident.

“oi iwa, no fair, are you going with y/n?!” mattsun interrogates, thick brows arched in question.

“i’m dropping her off.”

“oh.” makki chimes in. “out of everyone i thought you would be the one with the most complaints, iwa. just the other day when the two of you were together, i wanted to ask y/n for help with my project but you-”

“yeah, yeah that was the other day.” iwa cuts him off, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows, wanting to know what makki was going to say. oh well, you’ll just get it out of him after. “c’mon y/n, you’ll be late meeting the girls.”

iwa was on his way to the front door when makki asked you what was so different about this trip to the mall that you didn’t want any of the boys to come along.

“i’m going to buy new lingerie, and i need their opinions.” you shrugged, grabbing your hand bag so you could follow iwa out.

busy with shoving your phone into your purse, and checking you had all of your essentials, you failed to notice the scheming look shared between mattsun and makki. or how iwa stood frozen by the door, hand tightly gripping the handle, until you bumped into his warm back.

“lingerie...hm, i wonder for who?”

at makki’s words you felt heat rise up in your face, as you rubbed at your nose.

“y/n~! you could’ve just asked me to come along! i would love to give my opinion!”

you’d never seen keys flying so fast through the air, finding their mark on mattsun’s forehead.

after spending twenty minutes pressing an ice pack to the growing bump on mattsun’s forehead, and listening to him trying to explain to an irritated iwa that he was just playing around; you’d finally left the apartment, and was nearing the bustling shopping district. iwa had been quiet, though not awkward, with only the mellow songs of his playlist, named after you, playing during the short drive. he flicked his indicator on, spotting the two girls waving at you from the sidewalk, and pulled over to the side.

“thanks for the ride, iwa.” you mumbled distractedly, admiring the veins in his tanned arm as he shifted the gear into park.

“anything for my pretty lady.” iwa lifts the corner of his mouth up into a sweet grin, olive green eyes flitting over you next to him. he doesn’t even realise he’d called you his pretty lady, and you press a hand to your heated cheek; ignoring your friends cooing and pointing at the two of you. “do you need some money? are you gonna be warm?” he leans closer to you, putting his arm behind your seat as he searches through his gym back in the back. the intoxicating smell of his cinnamon cologne invades your senses. “i’ll give you my jacket, just let me find it.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, grabbing his bicep to stop him, giving it a firm, very self-indulgent squeeze. “iwa.” you called out to him. he turned to look at you, wide eyed and so fucking adorable. “you’re acting like my mom.” 

his handsome features relaxed as he released an airy laugh. “well i love your mom, so i’m fine with that.” he pulled his arm from behind you, jacket in his grip, though not in a way to make you let go of his arm.

“i still can’t believe she messages you to make sure i’m eating right.” you groaned, still squeezing his arm playfully. “and stop trying to give me money, it’s like you want to be my sugar daddy or something.”

iwa’s arm tenses under your touch as he processes your words. “alright, time for you to go.” you manage to catch the bright blush dusting his cheeks; your hand reaching out to pinch them yet all you feel is the material of his jacket as he shoves it into your arms. “get out, your friends are waiting for you.”

you pout at his dismissal; but with the way he was so flustered, scratching the back of his neck and hiding his pretty eyes, you decide to let him off easy 

“‘kay, fine~” you drawled in a sing-song voice.

making a show of collecting your things together, you dramatically tugged your seat belt loose; reaching for the door but halting in your actions when the weight of his large hand, dropped on top of your head. allowing him to angle your head to face him, he gifted you with a soft smile that had you ready to melt into the passenger seat. 

“be safe, alright?” your eyes blinked with each gentle pat on your head - once, twice, thrice - most likely ruffling your hair you’d spent a good amount of time on. “now go, text me and i’ll pick you up later.”

puffing your cheeks, you nodded as he squeezed your scalp affectionately. unlocking the door, you stepped outside into the cool air, wrapping iwa’s big jacket over your shoulders as goosebumps rose underneath the thin material of your sweater. bumping the door closed with your hip, you bent at the waist and stuck your head through the open window 

“bye, iwa.” your lips pressed together in a shy smile.

he mirrored your smile. “see you later, pretty lady.”

walking away, tugging the collar of his jacket closer, you could feel his eyes following after you. only half-listening as the girls teased you, hooking their arms through yours to walk through the entrance of the mall; you glanced back once more to see iwa stick a hand out and wave, before driving off once you disappeared from his view.

steam whirled up and around iwa, as a contented sigh escaped his parted lips. stood underneath the spray of warm water, he felt the tension begin to evaporate from his taut muscles 

iwa’s gym sessions, as of late, had been rather extreme. well, it had been this way for a couple of months now, ever since he had met you. he had to overwork his body, send it into overdrive and power through the fatigue - it was the only way to release some of his pent up frustration. the frustration that came with crushing on you, and not acting on it.

you were so fucking gorgeous to him, and you were so damn sweet. every part of his being was steadily entangling itself around your presence, and he had no idea how to stop it. not that he would even want to try. when you were nearby, his ears would begin to twitch at the sound of your voice, searching for you; and when you touched him, wrapping your delicate fingers around his arm to steady yourself, or poking your fingers at his back absentmindedly while teasing his roommates, he could feel his skin tingle all over. but it was when you would look up at him, sparkles in your beautiful eyes, that iwa knew he was a goner.

you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he just wanted to make you his. have you in his arms…and bury himself so deep inside you-

“fuck.”

he shut off the shower with a bit more force than necessary. this was exactly the reason why he’d been visiting the gym more, working out for longer, because his mind was plagued with thoughts of you under him.

especially after seeing you in your cute outfit today. he feared that you’d catch his eyes lingering too long on the exposed skin of your tummy, or trying to memorise the curve of your lush thighs in those jeans. hell, he could barely say anything to you on the drive to the mall, tongue running dry with you so close to him.

with a huff, he carefully stepped out of the shower; wrapping his fully white towel around his hips, and moving into his room. kicking the door closed behind him, he made his way towards his side table just in time for his phone to go off.

grabbing the device and waiting a second for the facial recognition to process; he was surprised to see it was an instagram notification from you. expecting another food porn post, he was dead wrong; with absolutely nothing that could’ve prepared him for what greeted his eyes.

“holy,” he collapsed onto his bed, holding his phone to his face. “fuck.”

you...you-

“fuck!” he growled out.

you’d sent him a photo in your new lingerie, albeit it was most likely by accident, but there you were modelling your new all-pink set. the one he had 'chosen’.

with your arms raised above your head, brushing your hair over your shoulders, the stretched out pose accentuated the curve of your breasts, almost spilling out from the strapped confines of your bra. could he even call it that? it was all studded belt straps and buckles, that matched the thick choker-collar around your lithe neck, and it was not helping his current situation. grazing his eyes lower, a thin belt was clipped around your waist, before a sliver of skin lead downwards to the skinny, almost sheer, material of your panties. it was high waisted, dipping behind your wide hips and the teasing curve of your ass. and then your thighs, fuck how he wanted his face to be squeezed between them. thigh-high stockings dug into your plush thighs, squished out from the way you were sitting on your rug.

leaning back onto his bed, iwa was tempted to check if his heart was still beating, if he was even breathing at this point. but he did check, and he was alive; and the blood circulating his body was currently flowing straight to his groin.

the sight of you, so fucking pretty in pink, was burned into his mind forever.

under his palms the prickling sensation spread across his fingers, itching to relieve himself. one hand trailed across the panes of his abdomen, while the other grabbed at his phone; though it almost went flying out of his hand when it started vibrating and your contact photo flashed on his screen.

“shit.” he cursed, clearing his throat and trying to even out his breathing. he accepted the call after a moment. “hello?”

“iwa?!” at the sound of your voice he could feel his dick twitch, and he clenched his teeth together; annoyed at himself. he needed to get a grip. “oh my god, iwa, i am so sorry!”

‘no, i’m sorry that i want to fuck you so bad right now.’ is what he wants to say. “it’s...fine, y/n.” is what he manages to get out.

he hears you chuckle a bit awkwardly on the other end of the line. “shit, i’m so embarrassed right now.” you confess. “i meant to send that to the girls…”

“you don’t have to be embarrassed.” if anyone was to embarrassed it was him. he’d spent months pining after you, and now here he was lying on his bed aching to touch himself to you, towel fisted in his free hand. “you’re beautiful, y/n.” at least that managed to come out right.

“thank you, iwa...i only realised what happened when i was about to send another showing the back!” you laughing at your antics fell deaf on his ears, when the thought of your ass seized control of his mind.

how often had he admired the shape of you the past few months. daydreaming of the way you’d feel in his big hands, silky skin dug into by his long fingers, cheeks jutting out between them. he wanted to hold your ass in the palms of his hands, squeeze and tease you...his hips buck up, grinding against the cotton of the towel and a loud groan escapes his mouth.

“oh- iwa? are you okay?” you asked him, so innocently. he couldn’t take it anymore.

“i’m good...i just- something’s come up,” he hissed out, glancing down at the red tip of his cock peeping up at him. “i’ll call you later.”

“oh, of course! sorry again iwa, hehe, i’ll delete the photo. talk soon!”

his eyes shut at the sound of your giggle, free hand already rubbing himself. “bye.”

ending the call and moving the phone away from his face, he stared at the photo again, thumb hovering over the ‘save’ option, before pressing yes. he’d keep it locked away just for him, a treasured piece of you in his gallery. starting to stroke himself to your perfect body, he waited for the notification that you had deleted the photo from the conversation.

but it never came, though he did, and the photo remained buried under new food posts sent from you.

yet it wasn’t til a few weeks after that iwa began to think that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as much of an accident as you made it out to be.

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

[elwenyere]

can you write some protective Steve when they run into a bad ex of Tony's at an event? that would be amazing, I love your fics so much, thank you :D

Thank you so much for this lovely ask, Anon! I got so many great prompts for this event (and I am such a slow writer) that I decided to roll them together into a little mash-up. So this fic is inspired by four amazing asks:

- stevetony roommates who are pining after each other :) - protective Steve when they run into a bad ex of Tony's at an event - dialogue prompt: "I really want to kiss you right now." :))) - dialogue prompt - "kiss me, you fool" + stevetony? ty! :))

I really hope that the generous prompters (and all you other lovely readers) enjoy the results!!! 

CW: This fic includes non-consensual drug use and an episode of attempted non-con (not in the Steve/Tony pairing). The furthest that attempt proceeds is an unwanted touch on the arm, but please be very careful with yourselves, and if that content is potentially triggering, the full fic on AO3 contains a note about which section you can skip to avoid direct representation.

Running Through My Head

Tags: Steve/Tony, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Attempted Rape/Non-Con (not in the main pairing), Protective Steve Rogers, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Alternate Universe - College/University

Words: 4.6k words

Rating: Mature

“I’m going to make a fool of myself,” Steve muttered, staring at his reflection in the mirror with an expression that could only be described as morose.

Well, morose and hot, Tony allowed. But the “hot” part kind of went without saying at this point: it was the unspoken subtext of every sentence his brain generated about Steve Rogers. “This is my (hot) roommate, Steve.” “Where’s Steve? Oh, he’s at football practice (being hot).” Or, if it was a day ending in “y,” “stop looking so judgy (and hot), Rogers. I already told you: I ate dinner yesterday.”

Frankly, it was a sign of how dire Tony’s situation had become that he’d noticed “morose” before “hot” — identifying the sad little wrinkle in the middle of Steve’s forehead even before he checked out how criminally good Steve’s ass was managing to look in a pair of second-hand jeans. Being attracted to your roommate was bad enough without starting to feel anxious about whether he was dreading going to this party with you. Or maybe worrying about him a tiny bit when he took a hard hit during that afternoon’s game and came up holding his wrist awkwardly. Or maybe one time — just one time — dealing with that worry by paying a small fortune on Ebay for a set of his favorite, discontinued colored pencils so that you could pretend you accidentally found them at GoodWill.

Or okay, fine: maybe Tony was completely fucked.

It had taken a while for him to admit the extent of the damage, because it was the opposite of the problem he’d expected to have when the two of them had gotten thrown into living together senior year. Before that August, Steve and Tony hadn’t really moved in the same circles. Steve had lived in a cheap, off-campus apartment for the first three years of college with two fellow athletes, Bucky and Sam, and Tony had stayed in the dorm rooms with his best friend Rhodey — largely in an effort to choose the living situation that would irritate his father the most. But then Bucky and Sam had gone from the occasional hook-up to what Steve (not at all adorably) called “going steady,” and Rhodey had been selected for a cadet exchange program in Germany. And so just at the moment when Steve had decided to move out and give his best friends more privacy, Tony found himself down a roommate.

Initially, when Natasha — one of the few friends Tony and Steve had had in common before this year — had suggested they could help each other out, Tony had reminded her that Steve would never go for it, because Steve Rogers thought Tony Stark was an irresponsible, conceited, grade-A floozy. Tony knew this, because the first time he’d run into Steve his freshman year, Tony had been at a house party letting some truly terrible people do body shots off his stomach, and Steve had been frowning at him with a look that seemed to say, “you’re making more bad decisions in this single minute than I will make in my entire life.”

But then the worst of Tony’s bad decisions — a blonde, abusive cheater of an ex-boyfriend named Tiberius Stone — had started dropping hints about Tony giving up his room on campus and moving downtown to live near the college’s wealthier set, and suddenly Steve had started looking like a safe option.

So much for that theory, Tony thought ruefully, his stomach doing an utterly unforgivable somersault when Steve’s eyes caught his in the mirror.

“You’ll be fine, Rogers,” he said out loud, his voice draped in the off-hand tone he’d been carefully knitting together for months. “Everybody’s going to be at least three drinks in by the time we get there, so their world is going to be shrouded in the forgiving haze of those horrible Pink Panty Droppers that Barton always insists on making. Besides, you’re coming in on the wings of glory. No one’s going to be able to see anything other than the star quarterback, recently returned victorious from the field of the state, national, regional championship — or the Nestlé Hot Pockets Bowl — or whatever it was you won today.”

It had been the big rivalry game against Liberty University, of course, and Tony had been in the stands the whole time. But he was glad he didn’t voice that embarrassing addition aloud, because Steve’s expression had somehow grown even more moody as he spoke.

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Steve replied finally, so softly that Tony wasn’t sure whether the words were meant for him or not.

“Hey, losers,” Natasha said, popping her head in the doorway. “Clint’s already texting me photos of ‘the Leaning Tower of Pizza,’ so if we want to get there before he’s puking in the bushes and singing ‘Single Ladies’ to regurgitated pepperoni, we better get this show on the road.”

She left to go rally the rest of their caravan (how she’d managed to coax Bruce Banner away from his textbooks and houseplants every Friday that fall Tony didn’t know and didn’t care to learn), and Tony heard Steve take a deep breath, as if he were readying himself for battle.

“You don’t have to come, you know,” Tony said, ignoring the part of his mind that was already shriveling at the possibility that Steve would take the out. “I know big parties aren’t really your thing. If you’d rather just catch up with Sam and Bucky —”

“I’m where I want to be,” Steve replied firmly, and when he turned to look at Tony there was a determination in his eyes that almost made Tony’s knees buckle on the spot.

Pull yourself together, Tony told himself firmly. You can make it through one party without ruining this.

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[kenganparadise]

As much as I love Ohma I also adore and love cosmo so may I humbly request a cosmo x adorable fem reader smut/nsfw where he’s her best friend and he’s trying to teach her the basics of sex and stuff since she’s a virgin and new to sex and she gets frustrated and just asks him to be her first time since she trusts him and I picture him to be a switch but for the sake of this can he be a soft dom with a size kink and likes to praise her for doing so well and In the heat of the moment they confess they love each other and have a blissful filled night ꈍ .̮ ꈍ

UGH ANON. I normally don’t feel much writing for the mushroom boy but this!! THIS! THIS!!!!

🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD🔞

Cosmo didn’t know how to feel about his situation, he feels awkward with his best friend- and longtime crush asking him all these questions. Though you didn’t know what was coursing though his mind. You looked at the medical diagram again. “So the penis gets hard and gets bigger?” You scratch your chin. “Just how much bigger are we talking about?” You ask him, cocking your head to the side. God you looked so cute asking such a strange question. “I- I don’t know it’s different for every guy!” Cosmo says, he’s frustrated beyond content. He’s been trying to give you the birds and bees talk for over an hour now and you’re still not grasping it. “How does it feel exactly?” You ask another question with those cute owl eyes of yours. “Ah! I can’t exactly answer that, you’re an adult! Go to a novelty store, buy some toy that can answer that question!!” He says scratching at his hair. You sigh deeply, then get lost in thought. Cosmo takes a deep breath. “Cosmo.” Calling his attention towards you, he can see that your cheeks are flushed red. “Can you show me?” You ask innocently. “H-huh?!” He blinks at you. “What... did you just say?” You sigh deeply. “Well I mean. You’ve been my bestie for a long time. I trust you! And what if you were the one who took my virginity!” You say, you’re eyes locked in his. Cosmo’s heart leaps in his chest. He sputters then tries to regain composure. “I- just! Let me gather a couple things! Meet me at my place tonight at 7!” He says as he picks up his bag. “Huh? O-okay!” You wave him goodbye as he leaves your house.

Cosmo goes to his local adult novelty store. He goes trough the isles picking out things he’ll need for your night together. Condoms and plenty lube- but wait? What are your allergies? What if he picks out something you’re allergic to?! He picks up every type of lube and makes sure to buy latex free condoms. He passes the vibrator isle and picks up a nice wand. He prepares for your night together. He’s lucky he just fought a match just last week, because he spent the wad on lube alone. He runs back to his house full speed- not before stopping to buy a nice scented candle. Once home he begins frantically cleaning his whole room. He changes the sheets on his bed, and double checks to make sure nothing is out of place. He lights the candle then jumps in the shower. He uses the most potent manliest smelling soap to scrub himself head to toe. Every inch of his body is scrubbed raw. He studies his pubes in the mirror, he’s never manscaped before. He trims it till it looks nice and well kept. He spends ample time in his closet, studying each pair of his underwear, no stains, no tears, they have to be prefect. Cosmo throws on his nicest, cleanest smelling clothes just as you ring the doorbell.

“Hey, Y/N!” He greets you, trying to sound like he didn’t just run to hell and back. You smile and greet him back, but you could barely hide the nervousness that filled your gut. Your stomach felt heavy almost. “Well... uh are you ready or do you wanna order food? Or watch a movie?” He scratches the back of his neck. “Let’s do it now.” You say with a determined look on your face. He nods. Excitement and nervousness filled both of your guts as you climb the stairs to Cosmo’s room. He opens the door for you- what a gentleman. Right when you step inside you can’t help but snort out a laugh. “W-what?! What’s so funny?” Cosmo panics. “N-no it’s just- I don’t think your room has ever been this clean before!” You laugh, a smile creeps on Cosmo’s face as well. He chuckles with you. He goes and sits on the bed, he pats a place next to him. You join him as he picks up a bag or two. He dumps them out on the bed. There were maybe 15 different types of lube and condoms before you. “I... didn’t know... your allergies.” He timidly says. You two bust out laughing again. It takes a while before the two of you calm down enough to pick out a bottle. “Here... this one. The packaging looks promising.” You say, picking up a bottle of lube. Cosmo nods. A comfortable silence fills the air. Cosmo breaks the silence “Um right then I guess we should start.” He lifts his shirt over his head, his muscular body is presented before you. Cosmo grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging on it, asking for permission. You nod and lift your hands up, letting him remove your clothing. Finally you’re naked before him, he removes his pants and the boxers he took so long to pick out.

“I think it would be best if you laid on your back.” He orders. You do just that, you feel shy being nude next to him, he fumbles around in one of his bags. “Can you... spread your legs for me?” He asks blushing. You’re shy as you do. Your blushing as he looks over your body. “Beautiful.” He whispers just under his breath. You just barely catch it, but it makes you feel a lot better. Out of the bag he pulls out the little vibrator he bought. “Remember if you wanna stop at any time let me know, and we’ll stop, no questions asked.” He stares directly into your eyes, you nod. His attention is turned back to between your legs. “Alight, can you spread them a little further?” He asks. You do, giving him a good view. He placed the round end on your clit. He switches it on to the lowest setting, you gasp audibly as he does. “You okay?” He asks, you nod quickly. He pushed the vibrator down further onto your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut. Your pussy, your pelvis, even your tummy is eloped with waves of pleasure. You gasp again as he turn it up a notch. He grips his cock in his hand, the sight of you in pleasure has gotten him riled up, he pumps himself gently. “Y/N... you look really beautiful like this.” He says with half lidded eyes. “Cosmo!! This feels so good! Mmh!!” You cry. You grip the sheets below you. He jerks himself off quicker now. He turns the vibrator up again, Causing you to whine loudly. Your legs begin shaking. You see Cosmo stroking himself, the lust is clouded in his eyes. He licks his lips. You wrap your fingers around his dick, you mimic him, giving it gentle slow strokes. His breath catches in his throat seeing your pretty hand wrapped around his dick. His hand goes to your pussy, he prods a finger in, making you gasp once again. In and out he pushes his finger, till your nice and slick, he adds another. Two fingers curl inside you, along with the vibrator was a sensory overload. You feel something deep within your pelvis, a pressure is building, you don’t know exactly what is is you’ve never felt anything like this before. You let go of Cosmo’s dick. The muscles in your gut tighten more and more, becoming compacted and knotted up. The pressure built more and more until- you throw your head back and scream as you experience your first earth-shattering orgasm. Your legs are tense as they shake uncontrollably, your pussy convulses, Cosmo does his best to help you ride it out. You back arches off the bed. Slowly you come down from your high, you still try to buck your hips. That felt so fucking good, you’ve never experienced a feeling like that. You catch your breath and try to rack your brain around the euphoric experience you just had. Cosmo tucks the vibrator away. “Cosmo-“ “Take as long as you need you-“ “I want you! I want you now please!” You beg. He nods frantically, scrambling to find a condom and the lube you picked out. He coats himself, then he lines his hips up with yours. Cosmo holds his breath as he pushes himself inside. You wince feeling a new stretch. He chokes feeling how warm and tight your are. You wrap your legs around his hips, Cosmo leans down and hugs you, nesting his face in your neck. Your hands rest on his back. His hips begin moving slowly in slow but deep thrusts. You moan, feeling movement inside you. His hips slowly pick up speed. “Hah- you feel so nice, Y/N.” He grunts. You smile into his neck. In and out he pumps his cock, sweat has built up by now, Cosmo begins groaning and grunting in your ear, you claw at his back. “Ugh-you’re doing so well- Ah- Y/N!” He moans. You stifle back a whimper. “F-faster!” Is all you can say. He obeys you, pulling his cock into your sopping pussy. Your toes curl in the air. He won’t last much longer. He’s dreamt of this moment for so long, you have no idea how many times he’s masturbated to the thought of you. His hand travels down your belly to rub at your clit. You moan loudly as he does, he’s rough when massaging it. You feel that tightening pressure in your pelvis again. “Yes! Yes! Cosmo! Like that don’t stop!” You sob. That wonderful

feeling is coming back. The tightening and pulsating. Cosmo focuses all his energy on making you cum again. “Cosmo! Ugh! I love you!” You cry out as that knot snaps and your brought to a shaking moaning mess. Cosmo presses his lips sloppily to yours, he swallows all of your cries and moans. The tightening and convulsing of your walls around his dick milk out his own orgasm. He groans loudly, dick twitching inside you. Slowly the two of you come down from your releases, Cosmo rolls over. He pulls off the condom, tying it and throwing it away. The two of your are a sweaty heaving mess. Cosmo cocks his head towards you, “Did... you mean it? Or.. did you just say that in the heat of the moment?” He asks, he has to know the answer. “H-huh? Oh... yeah... I meant it.” You know exactly what he’s referring to. “I love you too, Y/N. More than anything.” He’s got stars in his eyes, you laugh. He puts his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. His lips press to your sweaty forehead. The two of you enjoy each others company for a little while longer before a nice hot bath.